One thing is certainOne thing's for sure- that I never want to lose this feelingI lost my place but I'm coming back againAnimate inanimate, step from your place in line.And we'll be envied by the dead

The world will come at us with eyes sealed shutThey've fired guns by their earsNow they can't even hearSo pay no mindWe find joy in the little thingsWe cherish everydayAnd we laugh till it hurts

I opened the door to a room filled with broken clocksThe second hands stood stillSome have tried to fix them but I think they're beautiful in the state they're inThis perfect depiction of youthForever inscribedTake me back.Naive and innocentI'll learn to walk again

This is something I won't let slip awayThey'll bury us in paper casketsWe will make our escapeAnd we'll be envied by the dead